a tricky life.

i love this recent painting. it doesn't happen with all paintings, but this one was hard to part with. maybe it's her hair. or the handwriting. or the birdie. i don't know, really, why i'm called to her, but i am.
i'm in a funny phase this week. i think i've had so much movement in my life these last few weeks, that i'm having a hard time settling. there is a vague sense of not really being present that is a bit unnerving, like i'm just going along with the motions. moving from one trip to...